NOTE- All characters are 18 yrs of age or older.
Have you ever had the feeling that you're being watched? Jennifer was feeling that now...again. Ever since that incident on the bus, then with David and his friends... and Jake and his two brothers, the blonde wife had experienced the nagging feeling that wherever she went, someone could recognize her from those photos. She had no proof that any of the those pictures of her were posted on the internet. No one had said anything, showed her anything, or made any comments. But just knowing those photos could be out there somewhere made her feel...dirty, and paranoid.
And now it was happening again, here at the Fitness Club that she regularly visited four times a week. Jen was proud of how she'd stayed in shape, even at 40 years old. Her legs and ass were firm and shapely. Her tummy was flat and toned, and her 36b breasts still had no sag to them. She wore her long, blonde hair pulled into a pony tail when she worked out. She even did Kegel exercises in the privacy of her bathroom to keep her pussy snug and tight.
But she couldn't shake the feeling that those two young black guys across the weight room were looking at her too often, and at their phones. It wasn't unusual for most club patrons to have their phones with them on the exercise floor. But these guys were looking at their phones, then at her, then again at their phones. The taller one looked to be maybe 18-19, 6 foot 3 or so, very muscular and in shape. His workout buddy was around the same age, a bit shorter, maybe 6 feet, a few pounds heavier, but also very fit.
Maybe it was nothing she hoped, just her uncomfortable suspicions that any young male she encountered had seen "those photos" or, god forbid, the videos. Maybe they just admired the way her sweaty top and sports bra showed off her boobs. Maybe the way her snug, hot pink workout shorts cradled her round ass. Or the way the Hip Abductor machine held her thighs widespread and displayed her sweaty girl-parts to anyone who cared to look.
Oh geez, now they were walking over over toward the where Jen was struggling with the extra weight she'd convinced herself she could handle. Her thighs were forced wide apart and these guys were getting a good look at her barely covered crotch.
"Hey" the taller guy smiled, "I'm Rick. My buddy Jake and I need your help with a little bet we have." Rick swiped his finger across his phone screen and turned it toward her. "I say this is you, but Jake isn't so sure. Whaddya' say? Is it really you?"
Jen's heart was in her throat. OMG! There she was, on his phone screen, completely naked. She wanted to say something, anything. NO, thats not me, you've made a mistake. But she was so shocked to be outed like this, here in public, that her mouth just hung open as she tried to stammer out any kind of denial.
Both boys were grinning at her red-faced distress. "Yeah, we thought it was you. Its okay," Ricked smiled. "Your secret is safe with us. Why don't we just head on over to the yoga studio at the back. There aren't any classes for the rest of the day, and nobody else needs to hear us talk about this."
Still too flustered to think clearly, the blonde wife let the boys help her up from the thigh machine. Each one took an arm and half-guided, half-pulled her into the empty workout area.
"So do you like to be called Jennifer, Jen, or Jenni?" Rick asked. Jen was shocked that they knew who she was.
"How do you know my name?" she asked, confused and concerned. Before Rick could answer, she heard the door open, and a third young black male entered. He was wearing the uniform of the Fitness Club, and his name, Daryl, was embroidered on the front of his shirt.
"Oh Daryl figured it out for us. He works the front desk and saw you coming in every week. He's actually the one who recognized you from those pictures online. He looked up your information on your Membership Application and clued us in on who you were. We even know where you work and your address."
The blonde wife's spirits sank as she realized these boys had all the leverage they needed to get anything they wanted from her. But, what DID they want? Money? She found herself hoping it was that simple...
"Okay guys, I get it. What is it you want?" she mumbled. She didn't like the smiles on their faces as they leered at her.
"We can talk about that later," Rick grinned. " For now, I think we'll start with blow jobs."
"HERE? Right now?" Jen whimpered. She wanted to scream for help, or run. But she understood she really had no other options. "Okay...fine. Let's get this over with." Not for the first time she wondered how she always seemed to end up as a sex toy for horny black guys. "Is that door locked?" she asked.
"Nope, Fire Department code says it has to be unlocked while the Club is open," Daryl smiled.
"B-but what happens if somebody walks in?" she whimpered. All three looked at her and grinned.
"Well, I guess they can watch if they want!" replied Daryl. "Maybe you want to get going here before that happens?"
Hanging her head in defeat, Jen dropped to her knees and waited as Rick tugged down his shorts and his jock strap. OMG! His cock was BIG! And not even fully erect yet. "Yeah, I get that a lot from white bitches," he grinned when he saw her reaction. "Suck it Jen. You know you want to."
Reluctantly the blonde wife opened her mouth and accepted the head of his heavy cock. She had already determined that the best course of action would be to make each of them cum as quickly as possible. She guessed that a big part of the thrill for them was having this power over a married white woman, and she wouldn't let them prolong her humiliation any longer than she had to.
And to be honest...she was worried she might start to enjoy it, like she had with some of the other black boys she'd been forced to have sex with. That would take her down that dark path she didn't think she'd want to revisit.
But to make Rick cum fast, she would need to be aggressive. Jen wrapped both hands around the shaft of his thick cock and started milking it while she slurped and mouthed the swollen purple prick head.
"Damn, this bitch really wants my black meat," he grunted. "Lookit' her sucking on it!" He grabbed her blonde ponytail as a handle and began pushing her head down further on his stiff prick. She gagged a few times when he forced her head down too far.
The musky scent of his meat and balls filled her nostrils. She could taste his cock and pre-cum on her tongue. Despite her shame, she could feel pussy juice starting to leak into her panty crotch. Nooo she told herself. Don't get excited and lose control...again.
She felt strong hands on her top and sports bra, Jake tugging the spandex fabric up until her tits popped free. She stopped sucking Rick's cock long enough for Jake to pull them off over her head, before taking his spit-slick cock back in her mouth.
Jake's fingers began kneading and tweaking her big nipples and sweaty tits. Oohhh, it felt good....too good. More gushes of twat sauce now soaking her panties. Geez, she dimly realized she was starting to get turned on by this, just as she had too many other times.
Jen had thought about it over again and again, usually while masturbating in her bathroom or in bed. WHY did she respond to the degrading, lewd things all those nasty teens had done to her... and forced her to do to them. But, had she REALLY been forced? Or did she tell herself that just to excuse what she had allowed herself to become... when slutty Jennifer's TRUE personality came out?
Jen realized she had fallen into a rhythm, working Rick's cock in and out while jacking his thick meat, even cupping his heavy balls. She felt his tension building, the need to empty his teen nuts into her hot, sucking mouth. She thought about slowing things down, making him wait for his release. But that seemed counter-productive, when her goal was to make them cum as quickly as possible and get it all over with. Now suddenly the blonde wife wanted to feel his jizz flooding her mouth, swallowing his hot seed down her throat.
"Ohhh fukkkkk!" she heard him grunt, his sperm and semen jetting from the slit in his cockhead. Jen swallowed as fast as she could, but he was cumming so hard that dribbles of his jizz leaked from the corners of her mouth, dripped down her chin onto her sweaty boobs. Her hands continued to work his shaft, milking out every drop of cum.
Drained, Rick stepped back, but held Jen's hands so she was forced to stumble to her feet. Jake's hands had stopped groping her tits long enough to hook into the elastic waistband of her snug workout shorts. Without conscious thought, she wiggled her hips to help him pull her shorts down around her ankles, then stepped awkwardly out of them. The blonde wife was left standing in front of the three boys in only her white thong panties.
"The panties too," Jake ordered. Obediently Jen peeled down the scrap of fabric that had barely covered her pussy. Now she was completely naked she felt somehow even more degraded.
They were leering at her like she was some kind of dirty stripper, not an ambitious career wife and Mom. But as she had shamefully admitted to herself before, the more perverted and degrading all these dirty boys treated her, the more excited she became.
And seeing the lust on these boys faces, the way they wanted her, was doing something unexpected to her head. She WANTED these young men to force her to be naughty, to submit to them sexually. That way she could rationalize in her brain that SHE was not at fault for her slutty behavior. The boys made her do it, she had no choice.
"On your hands and knees Jen," she heard Daryl order. Daryl? She nearly forgotten about him while Rick and Jake had been using her. She looked over and realized he'd been using his phone to video record everything that had gone on! OMG!! Not again.
"Noooo! No pictures or videos guys," the red-faced wife pleaded. But she knew it was useless. Jake was on his knees in front of her, his huge erection right in her face. Knowing what she had to do, Jen wrapped one hand around the base of his meat and guided it into her already cum-slimed mouth.
With practiced ease she began swirling her talented tongue around the head of his cock, teasing the tender spot under the glans, then sucking him into her hot mouth while jacking his shaft with her left hand. Groaning loudly, he grabbed her head in both hands and began working his cock deeper into her mouth, faster and deeper, face-fucking the blonde wife.
